TITLE: This Dance
DISTRIBUTION: Kielle, list archive, my site. Anyone else, please ask.
AUTHOR: Samantha McCullah
EMAIL: kali_neba@hotmail.com
RATING/CONTENT: G -- Um, sort of Scott/Rogue, Logan/Rogue, but also some Logan/Jean (sort of, and not entirely what you're thinking)
SUMMARY: Rogue's gotta make a choice...{response to Lauren's Logan/Rogue/Scott challenge}
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Stan Lee's. Just playing. Don't sue.
-------------------------------------------------------------------This was a Very Bad Idea.
But Logan was certain Baldy was enjoying the utter degradation of Logan, and every other person in the reception hall. He growled softly, clenching his fists, fighting the urge to release the claws and do some quality property/body damage.
His animalistic behavior earned him a shove on the shoulder from Jubilee, and in response, he turned growling at her. She merely snapped her gum at him in return and raised an eyebrow. Logan gritted his teeth, realizing that if he tried doing anything to the brat, Wheels would have him curled up on the floor, sucking his thumb.
So, he settled for flipping her a discreet middle finger. Jubilee rolled her eyes at his immaturity, but responded in kind. Logan chuckled, turning back around to the three teenagers in the chairs at the front of the room, just in time to see Piotr rise to his feet, handing the hat to Rogue, and waltzing (as best as the overly-muscular teen could) Kitty down the dance floor.
Logan grinned. This was going to be easy.
He sauntered over to the teen, certain of his impending victory and, more importantly, escape. Then he caught sight of his competition taking the seat on the other side of Rogue.
One Eye adjusted his glasses, smirking at Logan.
"Logan," Scott greeted, never losing his smirk. For the twentieth time in the past ten minutes, Logan fought the urge to decapitate someone.
"Summers," he replied, dropping as gracefully as he could into the empty chair.
"Is it just me, or has demeanor gotten worse since he's gotten back?" Scott asking, looking at Marie.
"Nah," she replied, shaking her head, "He's always like this. It's his version o' sunny disposition." A small grin spread across her lips.
"Ah," Scott muttered, grinning in return.
"Can we get this over with, kid?" Logan demanded shifting uncomfortably, suddenly acutely aware of every eye in the room on the three of them.
"You not havin' fun, Logan?" Rogue whispered, her eyes comically wide. Scott coughed suddenly, but Logan, and everyone else, knew he was suppressing a laugh.
"You damn well know that, Marie," he snapped, glaring. "And I know you aren't either."
"But this is the most fun Ah've had all year." she was grinning now, an evil glint in her eyes. Logan couldn't tell if it was his influence or Magneto's.
"Don't lie to me, kid," Logan said, leaning forward to glare at her.
"She's not, Logan," Scott replied, having a hard time speaking from the wide grin that kept threatening to overtake his face. "I haven't seen her this happy since she got here." He lost the battle with the grin, and Logan was absolutely certain that there had to be an equally evil glint in his ruby-quartz covered eyes.
Logan swallowed heavily, suddenly realizing that he was in Very Big Trouble. He glared at Rogue then Cyclops, but he must be losing his touch. Neither of them stopped grinning, and he could hear discreet snickers in the audience.
"Sorry, Logan," Marie stated, rising to her feet, passing him the hat. Scott took her by the hand and danced her down the dance floor, as the previously discreet laughter from the masses became obvious. He snapped his eyes to the assembled students and faculty, a low growl coming from his throat. The laughter stopped, and everyone stood in awkward silence.
Well, almost everyone. Jubilee bounded up, taking the seat to his right. Her bouncing rattled his chair, and the count for decapitation went up several notches. He was about to throw the hat at whoever was in the other chair, grab the brat by the scruff of her neck, and drag her down the dance floor, when he felt a body lean against his left side.
"Hello, Logan," Jean's voice purred in his ear. He swallowed heavily, turning to her, and noticed the same evil glint that had invested Rogue now gleamed in Jeannie's eyes. He sighed, glaring at the two girls and tossing a glare in the direction Scott and Rogue had gone.
He had been right. This was a Very, Very Bad Idea.
*fin*
-------------------------------------------------------------------See, this is what happens during finals week. I get silly.
NOTE/BACKGROUND: The dance described in this story is real. I'm not making it up, as hokey as it sounds. On person sits in the middle of three chairs, two members of the opposite sex sit next to him/her. This person in the middle has a hat in their hands, and the two others try to convince him/her to dance with them. S/He chooses and passes the loser the hat, and it all starts over again. I said it was hokey, didn't I?